24 comments/ 133994 views/ 10 favorites Holiday Fling By: kathyuk99 My name is Kathy; I'm 42 years old, 5'2", 126lbs and I have long dark brown hair and long, slender legs. People say I'm very attractive. Last year my husband and I went on holiday to Coral Bay in Cyprus. On our first night there, we were drinking in the hotel bar. Also there were a group six young men, obviously on holiday as a group. They were all fit and good looking, but one lad in particular, tall and very good looking kept staring at me. When I noticed him looking at me he held my gaze and ran his tongue seductively across his lips and then smiled at me. My knees almost gave way and I felt myself blush. After a few more drinks my husband Rob and I joined in conversation with these young lads. The guy who had earlier stared at me, and whose name I discovered was Peter, stood next to me. His friends were talking to Rob about golf, one of his passions, and how they had arranged a days golf at the local course outside Paphos and were looking for an extra player as Peter did not want to play. Rob looked at me and asked if I minded him using a day of our holiday to play golf. I said that I did not mind as I would go into Paphos and look around the shops, or chill out by the pool. I turned to Peter (God he was good looking) and asked him why he did not want to play golf and he replied that he had other activities on his mind. I asked him what they were but he just winked at me. The next morning the boys and Rob left to play golf, saying they would probably be back around 7pm. I decided to tan by the pool and settled myself on a lounger. I took off my bikini top and applied lotion to my arms and body. Just then Peter appeared and asked if I minded him using the lounger next to me. I said of course not, it is a free country. Pete asked me if I would like him to apply lotion to my back. I hesitated, as I did not know how my body would respond to his touch. He did not give me time to think as he took the lotion off me and instructed me to turn my back to him. I did as he asked and I felt his hands slowly rubbing the sun cream into my back. His hands reached my waist and he moved them slowly up under my arms and stroked the sides of my breasts with his thumbs. I was slightly shocked but said nothing. He continued to massage my breasts and pulled me closer to him, his thumbs moving over my nipples which were already hard in anticipation. He softly kissed my neck and then gently bit my right ear. I trembled and as I turned my head towards him, Pete's mouth met mine and he kissed me passionately his tongue meeting no resistance as it explored every inch of my mouth. My breathing was very rapid and when he broke off he told me I was beautiful and how he had wanted me since setting eyes on me the night before. I told Peter that I was happily married and had never cheated on my husband before. He said that there was always a first time and started kissing my neck. I became aware of other people around the pool but they were oblivious to us. However I still felt uncomfortable and Peter suggested we go to his room. I put on my bikini top, put on my mini-sarong, collected my things and walked hand in hand with Peter to the hotel. I was extremely nervous and could not believe what I was doing, but I could not resist Peter's charms, he was gorgeous. In the lift I noticed the huge bulge in his shorts and he said it was all for me. We entered his room and we stood facing each other. He undid my hair, as I'd had it tied back and said he I looked sexy with it hanging down. He moved toward me and bent down to kiss me, at the same time undoing my bikini top. My 34c breasts were released and Pete squeezed my right breast with his left hand, rolling my nipple, which was hard and distended. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, mine following into his mouth, hungrily exploring every inch. My arms were around Pete and I gently ran my long nails up and down his spine. Peter's hands moved down to my waist and he deftly removed my sarong, quickly followed by my bikini-thong. He stepped back to admire my body and I took hold of the waistband on his shorts. I slowly pulled his shorts down and I glimpsed his erect manhood for the first time. He was huge, about nine inches (Rob is only about 6.5 INS) and as thick as my wrist. My jaw dropped looking at it and when I looked at Pete he had a huge grin on his face. He stepped out of his shorts and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom, which contained twin beds. He sat next to me on the bed and slipped his arm around me. Our lips met passionately as he ran his hands up and down my body. He stroked my thighs and my legs parted involuntarily inviting access to my shaven pubic area. He began to kiss my neck and ears, which really turns me on, and we lay back on the bed, my legs dangling over the side. Peter found the entrance to my cunt and as his lips moved to my left breast, his finger penetrated me. I moaned softly and he bit my nipple. I've very sensitive nipples and this drives me wild. His finger found my clitoris and he rubbed me to my first climax. His tongue moved from my breasts to my nave and then down to my thighs. He pushed my knees up to my chest and began kissing my labia. He parted the folds and began exploring my vagina with his tongue. It reached my clitoris and another orgasm exploded. I ran my nails through his hair and dug them into his scalp every time I came. Keeping my knees pushed against my chest, Pete moved up, my legs over his shoulder. His cock was at the entrance to my cunt and as he started to enter me I came immediately. I've never before come on penetration. His cock inched his way into me and I grabbed hold of Pete, digging my nails into his back. I screamed out in ecstasy as I managed to take his whole length and we stayed like that for a moment. He released my legs from his shoulders and I wrapped them around his back. We kissed hungrily before Pete began fucking me for all he was worth. I lost count after my fourteenth orgasm Pete fucking hard and fast and then slow and gentle. I'd never been fucked like this before and I realised what deep penetration was all about. After humping me for about half an hour Pete exploded inside me just as I was reaching yet another orgasm. My hands were holding the cheeks of his ass, kneading them with my long red fingernails, until we collapsed into each other's arms. We lay there for a while stroking each other and when Pete was hard again I moved down to his cock amazed that I had just had this huge meat inside of me. I ran my nails up and down his shaft and then gently ran them over his balls. I moved my lips to the base of his thick cock and ran the tip of my tongue from his balls to the end of his shaft. I gently kissed the blood-engorged end before taking it into my mouth. I took as much of Peter's cock as I could into my mouth and sucked on it at first gently and then hard and frenzied. My tongue moving from side to side and my teeth gently biting. Peter could not hold back for very long and told me he was about to come. He exploded into my mouth seconds later. I swallowed as much as possible but there was so much it dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. After cleaning him up with my tongue, Peter said it was the best blowjob he'd ever had. I then straddled him, my hair falling over his chest. I began kissing his neck, my tongue darting out from side to side. I then started biting and sucking his neck and Peter moaned in ecstasy. He became very erect and I impaled myself on his long, thick rod. Oh it was bliss. I threw my head back as he squeezed my tits, pulling hard on my nipples, my hips moving back and forth. I came yet again; this boy was very good. I ran my nails hard up and down his chest and broke the skin on his chest as he ejaculated in tandem with me. The afternoon we spent by the pool in an attempt to gain some sort of tan before Rob returned with the others. By the time Rob had returned with his golfing friends I had left Peter, very reluctantly, to get ready for our meal. After a long cool shower I took my time preparing myself, not just for Rob, but also for Peter. I sat naked on my balcony, carefully putting on my makeup, watching a lovely sunset and drinking white wine. My nipples were very hard, and a little sore after all the attention paid to them by Peter, thinking naughty thoughts and of Peter's long hard cock. I went into our room and checked my wardrobe taking a lot of care about what I would wear. I settled upon a red halter-neck mini-dress, which I knew would show off my long legs and breasts to good effect, red thong and 3inch heeled sandals. My long hair I kept hanging down, as Peter preferred it that way. I realised that I had dressed entirely with Peter in mind, hardly giving my husband a second thought. I took a long look in the mirror, very satisfied with what I saw and left a note for Rob that I would meet him in the hotel bar. It was about 7.15 when I reached the hotel bar. My 22 year old lover was sitting on a stool. He saw me approach and looked me up and down seductively and appreciatively. My juices flowed in anticipation. You look absolutely stunning he said and kissed me lightly on my lips, lingering enough to run his tongue along my mouth. I had to hold onto the bar as my knees nearly gave way. Peter who was dressed in pale blue short-sleeved shirt and denim trousers bought me a drink and led me to a sofa enabling us to see everyone coming into the bar, but secluded enough that Rob would have to search the room to find me. We held hands and I crossed my legs, my dress riding up high, exposing a lot of thigh. Peter began slowly stroking my knee, gradually moving his way up my leg. I began to get a little self-conscious about people seeing us but I was powerless to stop him, not that I wanted him to stop. I could not believe the effect this young stud was having upon me. I've never before considered cheating on Rob, but here I was yearning to go to bed with Peter. It was after 8pm when Peter's friends began coming into the bar. Pete squeezed my hand and left me to join his mates at the bar. He was talking to his roommate Steven and I saw them both turn to look at me. I felt myself blush at what Peter might be saying about me. Peter came back over and explained that Rob would be down shortly but was a bit worse the wear through drink. They had finished playing golf at about 4pm and spent about 3 hours at the 19th hole. When Rob was still not down at 8.30, I went up to our room and found him sound asleep. I tried for a solid 10 mins to wake him without success. I decided to leave him there and join Peter and his friends for dinner. I retouched my lipstick and went down to the bar where I was made to feel most welcome. The golfers apologised for returning my husband in such a state but by now all I could think of was what might be in store for me later. It was decided to forego our meal at the hotel and drive into Paphos. We commandeered 2 taxis and I sat in the back between Peter and Steven. Peter had his arm around me and we were locked in a passionate kiss for the whole 6 miles to Paphos. After a while I became aware of Steven running his hand slowly up and down my thigh. Steven is about 5ft 10in, really fit from working out, and has his head shaved. His is fairly attractive but not as good looking as Peter. I'd only just come to terms with committing adultery with Pete without having another man touch me. However, Pete's sensuous kissing and the wonderful effect Steven was having on my thighs made me think what the hell and I parted my thighs to allow Steven to progress. My little red thong was soaking when Steven's hand reached it. He moved my pants to one side and found the entrance to my cunt. He quickly inserted a finger and soon found my clit. I moaned as I felt my first orgasm explode; Steven kept up his assault on my shaven pussy and I bucked involuntarily as he brought me to another climax. We found a Chinese restaurant and sat round a table. I sat between Peter and Steven and throughout the meal I was constantly having my thighs stroked by the 2 friends. We went to a few bars after the meal and all of Peter's friends were very attentive toward me, but Peter let them know that I was his, and he was right, I was. Peter's friends decided to go on but we decided to return to our hotel. Waiting for our taxi, Peter wrapped his arms around me and stroked my naked back. We French kissed passionately and I felt his hardness against my tummy. I undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open. I went to put my arms around him and saw the marks I had made on his chest with my fingernails. I was horrified at what I'd done and apologised profusely. Peter just laughed and said he'd enjoyed it. I put my arms around him and hugged him. The taxi ride back to the hotel was much the same as the ride out except it was Peter who brought me off with his finger, three times. At the hotel, Peter asked me up to his room, saying how much he wanted to make love to me again. I said that I would have to look in on Rob first. Peter said that he would leave his room door open for me. He kissed me hard and squeezed my right breast, pulling on the hard nipple, oh how I hoped Rob was still asleep. I quietly opened the door to my room. Rob had not moved, he was in a deep sleep. I entered the bathroom, retouched my lipstick and crept out of the room. I made my way upstairs to Peter's room and entered through the open door. There was no sign of Peter in the room so I made my way to the bedroom expecting to find Peter waiting on the bed. Instead there stood Steven stark naked. I was transfixed looking at this immense penis. It was at least 11 inches long but was not as thick as Peter's. I apologised and said that I thought Peter was waiting for me. Steven walked toward me and said that Pete had gone down to the bar to purchase some drinks. I turned to leave the bedroom to await Peter's return but Steven caught my arm pulled me around and began kissing me. I tried to pull away but he held me tight. He forced his tongue into my mouth and I could feel his monster cock pressing into me. His right hand lifted up my dress and he began to squeeze my left buttock and then began running his middle finger along the crack of my arse. My resistance began to wane and I returned his kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers over his shaven head, my tongue now doing the exploring. Steven led me to the bed and I protested that Peter would be back any minute. Steven just smiled and I realised that this had been part of a plan. I looked Steven up and down and I have to say he had an impressive body, really built. I undid the halter on my dress and pulled it down over my breasts and then over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I then pulled my wet thong down and stepped out of them and approached a very eager Steven. I decided that I wanted to control the situation and I pushed him down onto his back on the bed. I lay next to him and ran my long red nails up and down his chest whilst I began to kiss his neck, every now and then gently biting him. I moved up and nibbled his right ear darting my tongue quickly in and out. This was driving Steven crazy and he tried to squeeze my left tit. I was determined to remain in control and straddled his tummy. I grabbed Steven's hands and placed them above his head, my hair falling over his face. I ran my nails roughly down his chest and began to roll his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Steven begged me to let him fuck me, and I said later. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my arse. I moved down kissing his chest, running my tongue down to his navel and then down to his manhood. I took the monster in both hands, which still left half of it sticking above them. I pulled back on his foreskin and precome appeared. I looked up at Steven who was breathing heavily and he had his eyes closed. I began to take his cock into my mouth and wanked him as I sucked hard on his weapon. I took his balls in my left hand, squeezing them roughly. This boy had no staying power and I felt him about to ejaculate. I withdrew his cock from my mouth and he sent his come shooting into the air. I then got off the bed, picked up my dress and panties and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Steven open-mouthed. Peter was in the outer room with a bottle of single malt and three glasses. He smiled when he saw me but realised that I was annoyed. I told him never to treat me like that again, that I was exclusively his and was not for being passed around his friends. Peter came up to me and apologised and said it would not happen again. He kissed my lovingly and stroked my naked body. I was putty in his hands. He poured me a glass of Scotch whilst I put my dress back on and we drank sitting on the balcony. He pulled me onto his lap and began kissing me feverishly, his hands roaming all over my body. His right hand went up under my dress and as I had not replaced my thong, went straight to my soaking wet pussy. He brought me off very quickly with his finger before standing me up and leaning me over the balcony. My hair was blowing in the warm, gentle breeze as he removed his cock from his trousers, lifted up the back of my dress, spread my legs and penetrated me doggy style. It felt fantastic to have his long, thick cock back inside me as I thrust backwards to meet his pounding. His left hand came around and he fingered my clitoris, which quickly brought me to orgasm. I came over and over as he fucked me like that for over an hour, after which we had another drink, before he escorted me back to my room. Rob was still fast asleep. I returned to the door where Peter was still waiting and kissed him a long goodnight, promising to see him sometime tomorrow I awoke about 7.30 the next morning. Rob had not moved an inch since the night before. I took a shower and dried my hair. The noise from the drier stirred Rob from his slumber. He staggered into the room groaning and holding his head and his stomach. He said he felt nauseous and fled into the bathroom where he threw up. He apologised about yesterday and asked what I had done about dinner. I told him that I had waited for him in the bar and when he did not show, had found him comatose on the bed. I explained that I had gone down for dinner and had been looked after by his golfing friends who had had kept me entertained all evening until I had come up to bed. Rob said he felt really ill and wanted to go back to bed. We had booked a safari jeep trip to the Troodos Mountains for that day and I became angry with him and said that I had been looking forward to the trip. Rob then suggested I go on the trip alone if I was insistent on going as he really did not feel up to it. I asked him if he was going to join me for breakfast but he shook his head and returned to bed. I finished drying my hair, put on my makeup and dressed. I put on a light blue halter-neck top and a pair of tight, white shorts...no panties, and a pair of sandals. I went down for breakfast and met Peter who had been waiting for me to come down. He kissed me and asked how Rob was feeling. I informed him that Rob was still feeling ill and how he'd suggested that I go on the jeep safari without him. Peter's eyes lit up and he broke into a grin. He said that the only jeep safari that I'd be going on would be with him. We went into the dining room together and over breakfast he told me that he would take me to the Troodos Mountains in his hire jeep. I smiled and stroked his bare thigh. We agreed to meet at the rendezvous for the trip and then take off on our own. I returned to my room and found Rob asleep in bed. I took the tickets for the trip and left Rob a note that I'd see him tonight and then left to meet Peter, as excited as a schoolgirl on her first date. We left Coral Bay at about 9.30 and the safari was supposed to return at around 5pm. We travelled along the coast road to Paphos and then took the road to Limassol. Peter pulled in at a popular tourist spot called Aphrodite's Rock. As it was early there were not many people about. Peter and I walked arm in arm along the beach his right hand gently squeezing my right breast and my left hand stroking his lovely tight arse. When we were out of sight of anyone, Peter put his arms around me and we French kissed for a long time. He was really turning me on with his mouth, alternating from my mouth to my neck and then to my ears. I could feel his erection and I wanted him inside of me. Holiday Fling It had been a long day and Caitlin was shattered. In her head she conjured a deep silky bubble bath accompanied by jasmine scented candles, and afterwards, snuggling up underneath crisp cotton sheets. Then an elbow dug her in the ribs – "Sorry Cait, didn't see you there" - and she returned to reality. The impossibly overcrowded hotel room was hot and her niche on the floor was growing too uncomfortable. Caitlin might be ready for bed but her roommate for the holiday, Louise, had other ideas. It was Lou's birthday, and even though they hadn't met a single other person in the ski resort before this morning, she was damn well having a party. Caitlin found herself rising to her feet from the carpeted floor. She just had to get away from the inane chatter of drunken gap year students and snowboard junkies. Leaving the hotel room behind her, she wandered slowly down the short corridor. The sounds of partying were gradually muffled as she climbed the stairs to the icy balcony that fronted the final two guestrooms, on the second floor. The blast of cold started to wake her up as she looked at the dark mountains and the pin-pricked sky, and she took deep breaths. Sooner or later she'd have to join the fray, but first she'd soak in the peace for a few minutes. "Hello there." Caitlin jumped. She'd thought the top floor rooms were unoccupied. "Uh, hi." She quickly turned to face the young guy next to her on the balcony. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't be up here. I was just getting some air." "It's a free country," he said. "Are you staying here? Or are you just at that bloody party downstairs?" "The party..." Rather embarrassed, she admitted, "It's actually my friend's birthday. The party's in our room." "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." "No, no, it's fine. I was sick of it anyway." He looked relieved. "So you escaped up here. It's a fantastic view, but a bit cold for star-gazing, don't you think? Especially without much... without a coat." "I suppose so," Caitlin replied, suddenly self-conscious of her tiny top and the thinness of the fabric. "It seemed a sensible outfit, downstairs! It was hot, with all those people." "But you're cold now, right?" He was looking into her eyes, but as he said it he moved his eyes slowly, deliberately, down to her chest, where her pinched hard nipples showed clearly through the blouse. Caitlin knew she should be feeling uncomfortable. He was obviously flirting with her, a complete stranger, and he compelled her. She dropped her gaze and looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. He was looking at her with a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "So," she said lightly. "I'm Caitlin. What's your name?" "Mark." There was an awkward silence. Caitlin knew it was her move. She could ask another casual question, go back to the party, even ask him along. Or she could do... well, she wasn't sure exactly what, but something to pursue this flirtation further. "It's certainly cold up here," she stalled. Your move now, she thought. He made it easy for her, asking, "So are you going back to the party? Or would you prefer... would you like to come in, chill out for a bit by the fire?" It was Caitlin's turn to flirt now. "I'm already quite chilled! But do you mean you have an open fire?" He nodded. "Then, if you really don't mind, it would be lovely to come and warm up for a while," Caitlin said. "Before going back to my room," she added, carefully. Inside the second floor apartment it was dimly lit and warm. From the balcony they entered straight into a reception room with lush velvet curtains and a log fire sparking along one wall. Mark offered Caitlin a glass of wine and they settled on the thick rug in front of the fire. As he poured Merlot from the bottle, she studied his profile. His dark thick hair had been the first thing she noticed but now she had an opportunity to discover his strong nose, sensuous wide mouth, and finely sculpted cheekbones. He turned and saw her looking at him but said nothing, just passing her the glass. Then sitting back on his heels, he returned the compliment, taking a long stare at her. Caitlin felt an uneasy thrill as his eyes took in her straight blond hair and skimpy party outfit, while she sat curled on the rug next to him. "So," she said. "Are you here on your own?" Mark gave a grin and broke off his long gaze. "Yes, for this evening at least. I'm actually supposed to be here with a friend from college, but his plane was delayed, and he's not arriving until tomorrow now. So I've got the place to myself for the night." Caitlin knew she should feel unnerved, knowing that she was quite alone with this stranger. Anything could happen. Then she discovered herself wanting it - wanting something to happen. "Are you ok?" Mark asked. "Yes, of course," she replied a little uncertainly, not sure whether she should just go, before she let his deep eyes and the red wine get the better of her. "Just thinking." "You looked a little distant. Tell me, what were you thinking about?" Caitlin didn't know what to say. The truth – that she was wondering if he was about to seduce her, and that she was deliberating whether she wanted him to – seemed rather inappropriate. "Just the fire, you know. The shadows and the wavering light... It's very soothing, very relaxing." "And romantic?" That at least confirmed it; she wasn't imagining the flirting. She turned away from him and looked into the fire. Taking a long breath, she decided. "And sexy," she said, with deliberate huskiness in her voice. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him putting his wineglass down. Caitlin resolutely stared into the leaping flames and watched the sparks float upwards, as her heart began to beat faster. She felt his hand touch her bare ankle, as he moved closer towards her. That first contact, skin to skin, jolted Caitlin so that she took a small involuntary gasp of breath. He was closer now and she could hear him breathing in his ear, and feel the air from his mouth on her barely-covered shoulders. Mark softly stroked her ankle and moved downwards. Caitlin felt him unbuckling one delicate silver sandal, then gently doing the same on her other foot. All the time, her breathing growing shallower, she looked at the burning wood and the colour of the flames. Not watching made it even more sensuous. Quietly he asked, "Alright?" Closing her eyes briefly and slightly smiling, she nodded, and allowed him to slowly draw her legs straighter, all the time stroking and touching. "You're looking very serious," he said, and Caitlin realised he had been watching her expression most of the time. It suddenly felt very good, very empowering, that although he was making all the moves, he was watching her face to gauge his steps. "Just concentrating," she replied. "Good. But you will let me know..." "Oh yes," said Caitlin, although somehow she didn't think she would be telling him to stop anytime soon. As his hands moved gradually upwards, caressing her soft inner leg, she felt a glowing, tingling sensation in her stomach. Mark's hands reached her thighs. She did not resist as he drew her short skirt further up, exposing her tiny white panties. She gave a small moan as he began to rub between her legs, the thin cotton barely any barrier to the pressure of his fingers brushing against her swollen clitoris and engorged labia. Unable to resist now, Caitlin turned to watch him. Mark was still concentrating on her face, and he smiled back at her flushed features and enraptured expression, before lowering his eyes. She rested back on her arms as he bent and pulled her panties aside. Caitlin felt a rush of blood and adrenalin as his lips brushed against her inner thigh. Then she felt his searching warm tongue between her labia, and she let out a sigh of pure pleasure. He flicked his tongue upwards and found her clitoris, vigorously licking it and pinching it playing between his teeth. She teetered on the edge, wondering how long she could bear this intense sensation, as he worked with unceasing enthusiasm around her clit. Finally he buried his mouth deep into her, his tongue dipping in and out of her wet vagina, and she gently rocked herself with delight at each movement. After some minutes, Mark raised his head and looked up at Caitlin. She saw her wetness on his lips and dived to kiss him. She tasted herself on his mouth and wanted more. Clinging to his strong back with one arm, she reached for his flies, and swiftly unbuttoned his jeans. More turned on and full of lust than she ever recalled feeling, Caitlin pushed against his chest and made him sit back, where she could reach his thick, hot, erection. Closing her eyes she brushed her lips up the length of his penis and, reaching the top, opened her mouth to slide her tongue around the head. She was gratified to hear his sigh of enjoyment and to feel his hand stroking her hair, as she slid her mouth over his penis and took it into her mouth. She pushed him as deep into her mouth as she could, sucking and licking with her tongue, and then slid her hand down to his testicles, which she cupped and stroked. Forcing herself to take him deeper and further into her mouth, she pushed his head against the back of her throat and drove herself up and down, following the rhythm of his hand on the back of her head, and pleased by the bunch of her hair that he gripped so tightly. Suddenly he was pulling her upwards and it was his turn to thirst for her lips. They kissed and mingled the tastes of their pleasure and perspiration, and Mark pressed down deeply on her. She could feel his passion through the weight of his lips and his powerful grip on her arms. Then he pushed her back onto the rug, opened her legs and plunged himself into her warm depths. He fucked her with long hard thrusts, gripping her shoulders with hot hands and pinning her against the rug. Then with one hand he reached down again for her clit, and Caitlin felt the thrilling rush of orgasm shuddering through her. She urged him on with breathy moans and grasped his damp hair tightly. Finally she felt him speed up and heard his own moan as he came inside her. He collapsed onto her chest while she felt a wave of warmth spreading from her vagina, throbbing and gradually fading into exhausted calm. They lay there entwined on the floor for several long minutes. Eyes closed, Caitlin listened to the spitting fire and tried to return her mind to reality, even as her body ached for more. But she knew she had to drag herself away – back to the party, before it finished and Louise wondered where she was. *** It was a relief to be back out on the balcony, and she hoped that the blast of cold air would be enough to explain her flushed face and dishevelled hair. But her room-mate had barely noticed Caitlin's absence, and she was able to slip back in without a second glance from Louise. That night as she slept, she played over in her head the encounter upstairs, and the echoes of her orgasm lulled her softly to sleep. The next morning, Louise was seriously hungover. Caitlin offered to go down to breakfast alone, and bring her back some toast and orange juice. "Thanks babe," Louise managed. "Fab party, hey?" "Oh yes," replied Caitlin. "Really good start to the holiday." "It gets better," said Louise, drawing herself up on her elbows and peering through bloodshot eyes. "There's a surprise for you. Jon's here. Or at least, he's arriving today." Caitlin's heart jumped guiltily. "Jon? As in, my boyfriend Jon?" "Uh huh," said Louise, settling back under the duvet. "Isn't that so cool?" In a slight daze, Caitlin made her way down to breakfast. She should be safe, she figured. No one knew about last night apart from her – and Mark, of course. She'd just have to avoid him, or at least, pretend nothing had happened. It would be fine. She'd almost convinced herself that she'd be able to play it calm and collected, when she bumped into Mark going into the breakfast room. "Hey," he said. "Sleep well?" Caught unawareness and speechless for the moment, Caitlin nodded and followed him into the spacious room half full of diners. "Where's your room-mate this morning?" Mark asked. "Oh, she's hungover, still in bed." "So would you like to join us, there's plenty of room at the table?" The question of who "Us" meant faded on Caitlin's lips as Mark steered her towards the pristine breakfast table. His college friend was already there, and Caitlin's blood ran as cold as the snow on the ski-slopes outside. "Meet my mate Jon," said Mark. Holiday Fling Fuck me Peter I said and he smiled as he ran his hands up my top and massaged my breasts. He told me I was beautiful and he could not get enough of me. I placed my hands above my head giving him total access to my body, whilst at the same time he pulled hard on my already distended nipples. I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes and pleaded with Peter to fuck me. Slowly, peter undid my shorts and pulled them down over my hips, once more revealing my swollen, shaven pussy. I stepped out of my shorts as he pulled his shorts down exposing his beautiful hard, thick 9" cock. Peter parted my thighs with his knees, lifted me up and then lowered me slowly onto his rigid tool. I'd come twice before his whole length was inside me, and I looked up into his eyes, which were filled with lust, and which I'm very sure matched mine. My exposed back was rubbing against the rocks behind me and my legs were wrapped around Peter's thighs, my hands passed under his armpits, gripping onto his shoulders. He was thrusting in gentle, short bursts but it was having the desired effect, and I had come twice more in no time. Peter was aware of my back rubbing against the rock and he lowered me onto my back on the sand. He lifted my top over my head and removed his shirt and he resumed his assault upon my cunt, which although still slow and methodical were being matched by my hips bucking up to meet his every stroke. After a while, his fucking became more intense as he approached climax and his sperm filled me with ferocity when he eventually came. We lay there for a few moments, Peter semi-hard inside of me as we kissed passionately. We became aware of voices further along the beach and we hurriedly dressed and brushed away the sand. We walked back to the jeep hand in hand, looked at each other and burst out laughing when we saw another couple walking ahead of us in the same direction, obviously having walked past us whilst we were fucking. We returned to the jeep and continued to Limassol, refuelled and then drove up into the Troodos Mountains. We went up Mount Olympus and then to the beautiful Kykkos Monastery, where I was required to borrow a skirt and cover my shoulders to enter. I took some photographs, mainly to satisfy Rob that I had gone on the trip. We left for our journey back at about 2pm and we stopped about 8 miles from Limassol at a derelict café. We pulled into the empty car park and parked out of sight of the road. I had been running my fingernails along Peter's thighs for about twenty minutes and it had been driving him wild. I had thought of pulling out his cock and going down on him but thought better of it on the twisting, mountain roads. Peter instructed me to remove my shorts, which I did. He undid his shorts and removed his very stiff prick, moved his seat back and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, my knees either side of the car seat and impaled myself on his gorgeous weapon. I threw my hair back in wild abandon as I thrust my pelvis against his hardness. Peter lifted my top and bit hard on my left nipple whilst tugging hard on my right. I was unable to hold back and I screamed in pleasure as I orgasmed over and over, they were coming in waves. I have never had so much pleasure in my entire life as I'd had these past two days, and if Peter had asked me to leave Rob and spend the rest of the holiday with him I would have. Peter fucked me like this for over an hour and my cunt, as well as my nipples were sore at the amount of attention they had received. We reluctantly returned to the hotel. Rob was sitting in the shade by the pool drinking orange juice. He asked if I'd enjoyed myself and I said that I had. Rob asked if I would mind if he went golfing next day. My eyes lit up as I nodded yes....